Bitch, Bitch, Bitch

It's been at least 1.5 months since the last R sighting. He only works one day a week now; Friday 12-9pm. With each working day that he's not there, I become less and less invested in my interest in him. One day, it's going to be taper to nothing and I'm going to completely forget him. It's already happening. I'm caring less and less. It hurts because I remember how excited I was to see him. I know I'm not going to see him again (or at least not for a very long time) because there's a very high chance he's going to quit/go to Japan in the near future.

There's so much I want to say to him and find out. Almost this desperate need. You know how I always ramble on about those TV shows and stories that have those horrendous endings where someone leaves and you just want to know what happens to them? I feel that way so much now. To see his face again and all that mushy, borderline-stalker crap.

Enough about that though. Let me just stew in my own girly, dramatic misery.

Saturday at work was the absolute pits. I've never experienced so crappy a work day as that (except for maybe my first day). The girl at POS with me called in sick. One of the tech guys and one of the furniture guys called in sick. Only two of the managers (both new and completely shit at their jobs) and one of the tech guys who is the epitome of lazy were on. Plus me.

The managers are so incredibly shit. I can't even vocalized it adequately. They do not know anything. They transferred the other manager who'd been working there since the start because he was better at the job than them and they were scared he would undermine them. Now there's no manager that actually knows how to run the place.

I was the only person at POS. The two managers were supposed to be helping but they just stood at the door, gossiping. When we were closing up, they left me to close up all four registers, do the closing call (seriously, the main manager never does the closing call. I don't know if he's scared but it's fucking annoying because he just stands there, doing shit all) and serve customers at the same time. As we know, there are always assholes who wait until the very last minute to do their shopping so there's always a huge influx of customers going to buy their items at the end.

Even when I was literally glaring over at them so they would help me, they did not do anything.

I swear, I nearly started crying. The fucking sense of entitlement. You're my manager but you're still my colleague. He just walks around, tidying up shelves because he doesn't actually know how to do the official tasks necessary to run the store. There's a part of me that wants him to fuck up the whole thing (even to bankruptcy) so no one ever hires him again.

It was mostly the incompetency of the managers, the fact that they saw me struggling and didn't give a shit and feeling really alone out there, that irked me. Additionally, I was supposed to take a 30 minute break at some point during the day. I didn't ask for it because I knew they were short on staff. The thing that was shit is that neither manager even asked me if I'd taken my break or checked if I wanted/needed one. I would have said no because I didn't need one. But some appreciation and acknowledgement would have been nice. I did not even get a thank you at the end of the day for busting my ass.

The main manager thinks I'm his chum because I don't bitch or ask for breaks or shit. I'm not your fucking chum. I want to stab him in the face.

This rant about work was unintended.

J